Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 996(@200wpm)___ 797(@250wpm)___ 664(@300wpm)
“Don’t open her door without her permission, that’s—”
Kyle’s face went white when he opened the door a little more.
“Oh, my God,” Kyle mumbled, shoving the door all the way open. Before Roz could even see what was waiting for them behind the door, he shouted at her to, “Call for emergency services!”
She saw what was behind the door, then.
A blue teenager.
Bare arms that she’d keot covered the day before with a long sleeve were now naked, giving Roz full access to see the crisscross patterns of white, pink, and red marks. Old scars, new scars, and fresh marks.
Cuts.
A ripped bedsheet tied to the pipe across the ceiling.
And a toppled over chair.
“Penny! Penny?”
England: Part 3
Naz POV
The thing Naz hated the most about countries he wasn’t familiar with? The fact that he didn’t know where anything was. He swore it felt like the cab he had managed to hail just drove around aimlessly for twenty minutes even though he knew the driver was actually taking him to the hospital. But to him, because he didn’t know any of these streets or where to go for the hospital, it just seemed like the guy was driving aimlessly.
It was only made worse by the fact that Naz didn’t actually know what in the hell was going on. He’d gotten a text from Roz with the name of a hospital and she told him to get here now. He came to England to surprise her, and to get answers ... he didn’t think his first stop after waiting for her at the hotel would be a fucking hospital.
Was it for her?
Had something happened?
Was someone going to die because they hurt her?
All possible things.
The cab pulled up to the drop off lane at the hospital and put the car into park. Already, Naz’s heart felt like it was in his fucking throat. The panic had been ever constant, and all too present. No matter what he tried to get it to leave, it just wouldn’t go. He was the calm one in the storm—that’s just how it worked for him.
Not right now.
Not when it came to Roz.
He couldn’t be anything when he thought something might be wrong with her. That’s just not how his brain worked. All the logical shit was there, sure, but it didn’t factor into the way he felt at all.
“That’ll be—”
Naz threw a handful of bills over the front seat, saying, “There you go.”
“Sir, that’s too much money.”
“Keep it.”
Naz didn’t even care.
Once he stepped out of the cab, that pressure in his chest got worse. His heart felt like it was about to explode right out of his fucking chest. A car blew its horn at him when he walked in front of it without looking first, but Naz just tossed his hand up as if to say, yeah, yeah, fuck off. He had other things on his mind right now.
He couldn’t get into the hospital fast enough. He went right into the emergency section because he figured that’s where Roz would have come in if something happened ... it wasn’t like she had a doctor here to visit, right?
The emergency room was full—not that it was any surprise. It seemed like that didn’t matter what country someone was in. The hospital was always at capacity, and overflowing. Wait times for fucking days.
Naz was planning on going right up to one of the receptionists, giving Roz’s name, and seeing where that got him. All it took was a quick sweep of the people sitting in the waiting chairs for him to find her, instead.
Roz had tucked herself into the corner of the waiting room near a window. She might have seen him coming into the hospital, except she was currently using her propped up arm as a pillow to rest her cheek on her palm. Her eyes were closed, and she’d used a windbreaker to cover herself up. Even her knees were tucked in close to her chest.
Naz might have let her rest her eyes, if she was that tired, considering it was only twelve in the afternoon and she was sleeping in bright daylight. But he couldn’t because this very moment was the first time he realized she was actually okay. It clearly wasn’t her that needed to be brought into the hospital if she was just sitting there sleeping.
“Roz,” he murmured, approaching her.
She didn’t move until he was kneeling down in front of her, and had both of his hands on her tucked up knees. He squeezed her legs gently, and her eyes fluttered open. It took Roz a few seconds of blinking to realize she was awake, where she was, and the fact that she was now looking Naz right in the face.
He smiled a bit. “Hey, babe.”
Roz wiped a hand over her face. “Hey.”
“Pretty sure this wasn’t in the plans when you decided to make a stop in England, huh?”